David Dodd (ddodd) Mon 8 Sep 03 09:27
Picasso Moon w: Barlow m: Weir, Bralove AGDL: http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/picasso.html LASF: http://www.whitegum.com/songfile/PICASSO.HTM
Alex Allan (alexallan) Mon 8 Sep 03 20:57
Picasso Moon Lyrics: John Barlow Music: Bob Weir Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission. South of Market in the land of ruin You'll find all manner of action Got your tinsel tigers in the metal room Stalking satisfaction They got them packaged up for love and money Tatooed tots, chrome spike bunnies Pop on my mirrored shades, the better to see And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey I get a feeling like when big things collide Like the crack before the thunder, like I really ought to hide Here comes metal angel, she looks ready to ride What's that she's tryin' to show me? What's that she's tryin' to show me? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon, liberate me Ah, life's infinite diversity Great, amazing, majesty And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oo-wee Hanging ten out on space and time Redefining distance The next skull on your necklace is mine Cheap for such assistance I had a job trading bits for pieces We'd make wrinkles, advertise them as creases Please find my resignation enclosed Roll with it, come on let's roll with it Dark angel, what's bothering you So strange, you do me all that you do Dark angel, you're making me blue I guess it doesn't matter I guess it doesn't matter Picasso moon, blinding ball I feel the quickening, I hear the call Picasso moon, fill the sky Amaze and blaze and mystify With the lunar wind, I want to fly And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, oh my Strikes the morning, the atomic dawn Scramble back to cover Quick, gotta get your sunglasses on My little leather-winged lover I see your face printed on my money Your brazen ways really move me, honey Heart of darkness, yeah, yeah Why am I laughing, this ain't funny Dark angel, now just don't start You'll break my spirit, you'll wreck my heart You must have a licence for practicing that art I don't presume to imagine No, I don't presume to imagine Picasso moon, fractal flame Blazing lace filling every frame Picasso moon, wheels within wheels The bells are ringing, it's way unreal Trying to tell y'all about just how it feels And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real And it's bigger than a drive-in movie, for real Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon, liberate me Picasso moon, blinding ball I feel the quickening, I hear the call Picasso moon, fill the sky Picasso moon, fractal flame Blazing lace filling every frame Picasso moon, wheels within wheels Picasso moon, shining bright The universe is working fine tonight Picasso moon, illuminate me
David Gans (tnf) Mon 1 Aug 05 14:49
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David Gans (tnf) Mon 20 Aug 07 06:01
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Robin Russell (rrussell8) Thu 3 Jul 14 17:00
I posted on dead.net drawing on the various periods assigned to Picasso's work - Blue, Rose, Cubist etc: The Picasso Moon has several phases, beginning its cycle as a Blue Moon, showing respect for the great American songbook, as well as paying homage to the Blues. It morphs into a Rose Moon, elemental Grateful Dead iconography, where new life is watered by the rain and love blooms. Next is an African Moon, tapping elemental percussion, powering the dance. Then comes the Sugar Cube Moon, an angular perspective, acid that strips away pretence and artifice and exposes the truth of lust, greed and revenge alongside hope, kindness and enlightenment, where murder coexists with play. Finally, the Surrealist Moon illuminates a world where everyday experience takes on new meaning, where shadows lean towards the light and there are ripples on still water.
David Gans (tnf) Fri 4 Jul 14 09:58
David Dodd (ddodd) Tue 8 Jul 14 09:03
Yes, I loved that! Thanks, Robin!
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